It was a hot summer day. My mother asked me to wipe the sweat from her body, and I longed to touch her soft, alluring skin. As I felt her warmth, my heart began to race, and soon my excitement became uncontrollable—I reached my hand toward her breasts. But instead of stopping me, she allowed it, accepting my increasingly bold advances. From that moment on, our relationship deepened, and I began to crave even more intimate and erotic moments with her.